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[Laughter comes too easily to her with him, the smile an almost permanent fixture now as she watches him with half-lidded eyes. There's more she wants to say, but for the life of her she can't remember any of it, the thoughts fleeing from her head as his thumb touches her clit. The shock of pleasure makes her twitch, pressing against his fingers in a bid for more as she gasps.

She clenches around his fingers once more, barely registering for a moment as he begins to move himself down as well. She'd known this place would teach her new things, but she'd thought, at least, that she had the sex part understood. The warmth settles in her belly, and she presses a free hand against the sheets to clench at them if need be] Do that again.

[ She acts as if no one has ever pleasured her before, and Solas feels a rush of pleasure at being someone who can gift her this, who can offer her the gift of his affection. It does not matter to him if he does not get the same in return, not if he is the one who is able to take care of her, not if he is the one who is able to see her react like this.

Lips curling, he nods, kissing her hip gently before his thumb presses again, playing with her, just a little. He wants to see her come, wants to see her fall apart, but at the same time... He can't deny the urge to tease her. ]

Anything.

[She moans again, pressing her head back against the pillows. Her mind focuses in on the unfamiliar pleasure, chasing after it. Was this something she could've been doing all this time? Was this pleasure always just there, and she never bothered to know it? When she can think better later, she'll have to thank him. Maybe a nice fruit basket, or a dragon.

Questions come and go fleeting through her mind, none of them serious enough to stay and none important enough to make her want to get her wits about her to ask them. The heat builds, deep inside of her.] Ah, please... [She can only half-think of what she's asking for, more of the pleasure he's giving her, more of whatever it is he can show her. She wants to know it all]

[ There is no need for her to beg, Solas thinks, there is no need for her to ask for any more than what he is already giving her; he settles between her legs and makes sure her shift is out of the way, lifting her leg to hook it over his shoulder, to stretch her out just a little.

Soft kisses press along her inner thighs, his hand still working over her, stroking her gently. It is not bullying her towards completion, not pushing her to it, but teasing her, soft and slow and so careful. His lips curl, teeth scraping against her skin before he turns his head up to look at her. ]

May I use my mouth?

[She lets him move her, trusting him; he seems to know more about what he's doing here than she does, and she can't deny that she's eager to see what trick he'll pull out next. She finds her eyes transfixed on the image, him laying between her legs, his mouth on her skin. She feels it as much as she sees it, hardly able to connect that it's happening to her. What man did such a thing so gleefully? Her heart beat erratically against her chest, emotion swelling up that she can't think to name at the moment.

Perhaps it isn't so remarkable, and perhaps it shouldn't be. But it feels like he's laid the world at her feet to explore while wanting nothing in return for it.] Your mouth? [Slightly-- Not exasperated, really. Bewildered, more, as if to say 'what else could you possibly have to surprise me with?' But she nods, not hard to see where he's going with this, but scarcely believing it all the same. So strange, but she wouldn't trade him for anything right now] Show me. ['Show me what you can do.']

[ Show me, she asks, and Solas is determined.

Helaena's leg is hooked over his shoulder, giving him easier access to her; with his fingers moving, curling to bring her please with careful exploration, it seems almost too easy to adjust his position and press his mouth to the edge of her stomach, to begin to move lower, to seek her out.

His own cock is hard between his legs, hips rocking absently into the shape of the bed below him, but he doesn't care about that. What he cares about is holding her open with the thumb that had been on her clit, to making sure that she is well taken care of - and he does go slowly, wondering at her inexperience. To be married and a mother...

Careful, so careful with her, he presses his tongue flat against her clit, dragging it over her in the way he would have his thumb moments before, tasting her with a low, quiet noise of genuine pleasure. ]

[In the back of her mind, she'd known what he meant when he said he wanted to use his mouth. This shouldn't have been a shock to her at all, but somehow, still, it makes her face blaze red and she makes a strangled gasping noise at the first touch of his tongue to her clit.] Fuck-- [The uncharacteristic curse is ripped from her as she presses her head back, her heel pressing against Solas's back.

The pleasure that shocks through her leaves her breathless, the pleasure coiling tight and unfamiliar in her stomach. What has she been missing out on all this time? How had no one thought to tell or teach her of this?

How had she never known that someone else could actually enjoy doing this to her?] Solas-- [Another gasp and encouraging moan of his name, thighs trembling as she tries to keep herself from thrusting up to grind against his face]

[ Her delight is ambrosia to Solas, who chases it with all the determination that he can muster. He is a dedicated lover, determined to do what he can to inspire pleasure in those he beds, and he will not falter here, not when her enjoyment is so obvious and so sharp. He wants her to remember this with joy, with happiness, and the fingers of his free hand curl around her leg.

He does not hold her in place no more than he pushes her to do anything; his focus is on dragging his tongue over her clit, in worship and joy, and as he leans closer his fingers continue to move, to thrust in and out of her to combine the pleasure.

When he pauses to breathe, he tilts his gaze up to her. ]

You can move. Use me at your leisure.

[Was it possible to go insane from this? She feels like she might be going completely out of her head, trying to remember how to just breathe under the ministrations of his tongue, the thrust of his fingers.

And of course he notices her holding back, because why wouldn't he? So observant. Maybe too observant. She can't even laugh, just moans and rolls her hips without needing to be told twice, hands clutching at the sheets as she arches up into him. It's managing to be too much and not enough at the same time, with Helaena unable to tell if it had been seconds or minutes or hours as they continue.]

I'm going to... [She doesn't have the word for it even, or maybe she does, hovering somewhere beyond her tongue but unable to voice it. The pleasure is coiling tighter, Helaena teetering on the edge of orgasm ]

[ Solas does not pause.

Why would he, when she is so close? He does not intend this to be the only time she enjoys herself tonight, the only time her orgasm takes her over and leaves her satisfied and fulfilled. What he wants to do is devote himself to hours between her legs if he can, with hand and mouth and cock if she'll allow it, to take care of her and show her his affection.

Fingers gripping at her thighs, he redoubles his efforts, curling his tongue over her and then, in a moment of deep fascination, sucking gently at her clit to see if it is enough to throw her over the edge. ]

[She squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing come out in quick, short pants. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, leaving her trembling and fucking against his face as she chases it, knowing the end was in sight.

Then his lips close around her clit and before she can think to say anything, the coil bursts. She manages a loud cry before it takes her breath away, the bright burst of it leaving her dazed as she collapses back against the pillows, trying to remember how to breathe and how to get her mind working again.]

That's... [Ugh. Why did words have to be so hard?] Why haven't I...felt this before? [She manages to murmur out, bewildered. A tragedy in all senses, but she knew it now, and knew now to not settle for less. But damn.]

I do have to wonder at the work your previous lovers have put in to your pleasure.

[ Solas leans back, his fingers still working inside her to try and prolong the pleasure as much as he can. He's still blindingly hard, distractingly so, but he's not going to stop without making sure that he has given her everything that he possibly can.

Turning his head, he kisses her hip again, gentle and almost fond. ]

But I did give you my word.

None. [She laughs a little.] I had to give an heir. I gave one, and an extra. No need for anything further after that... [She trails off, the pleasure ebbing and flowing through her like a gentle wave now.

She smiles at him, lazy and content, letting go of the sheets and untwisting a hand so she can slide it over Solas's head, over one ear again] You did, and very well. I've never felt like that before. Are you sure it wasn't just magic? [She laughs again, understanding now why so many men want to just roll over and go to sleep afterwards]

Won't you let me take care of your needs now?

Then consider it my pleasure to have been able to introduce you to it.

[ Solas tilts into her touch, content and happy with the affection after taking such care of her. The praise settles and comforts him, and he turns his head to kiss the tip of her finger before he focuses back between her legs, no hesitation inside of him as he gazes at her. ]

What if I am not finished?

[ And, to test her sensitivity, he thumbs her clit idly. ]

What do you-- Oh! [She yelps a little, jerking in surprise at the shock it gives her when he touches her clit again. It's not painful, her blood warming again in eager response, but she bites on her lower lip and frowns at him in mock-disapproval]

Now you're being terrible. [but there's a glint to her eyes, eager to take what he'll give, to learn what he will show. Men from her experience can really only do it once before they roll over to sleep or leave or what-have-you. Figures it would be different and unstudied for women. Her tone is a bit breathless and she can't fight back the smile, expression encouraging despite her words] Are you teasing me again?

[ Solas cannot help the slow curl of his lips, the contentment he feels at seeing her doing something as simple as enjoying herself, resting his chin against her hip for a moment as he watches her. It doesn't seem as if she is painfully sensitive, but he's not going to force her into anything she's not quite prepared for. ]

Is it teasing if I intend to follow through?

[ He kisses her skin, up to her stomach, against the swell of her breast. ]

I would have you come for me a second time.

[She feels lazy and content, his hands and mouth on her, his fingers in her, feeling as natural as could be. There's no reason for her to feel hurried or anxious or uncomfortable. The pleasure ebbs and flows, a comfortable haze.

Helaena hums, stroking a hand against his head, down his neck, before she pauses, expression contemplative.] ...Can I? [She sits up a little on one elbow, eyes shining with delight. It's not an ask for permission, rather a confirmation that it's even able to happen] So soon?

[it feels like running an experiment, the thrill of discovering something new.]

[ It's so easy to nuzzle into her touch, to press kisses to her skin, to devote himself to her completely because nothing else matters in this moment. Helaena is the only person that his attention could possibly be given to, and he wants nothing more than to allow her to take and take, to be as greedy as she wants to be, to be as needy as her body wants.

So soon, she says, and Solas laughs a soft noise, a rumble against her skin, before he leans back down to her legs, to focus. ]

A woman can enjoy herself multiple times. It's not quite the same for men.

[ Another kiss to her hip, and then he draws his fingers out. ]

Tell me if this displeases you.

[ Without warning, he slides back between her legs and instead of his fingers he strokes his tongue over her, his thumb holding her open for his exploration. ]

Edited 2025-02-24 18:50 (UTC)

[Helaena makes a noise of interest, filing this new information away in her head. How many had Solas been with before now to become so knowledgeable in all of this? She's curious, easily able to picture Solas with a gaggle of heart-eyed men and women hanging on his every word in a lecture hall.

She can't ask, though, because as he draw his fingers out she makes a whiny, needy noise instead, the emptiness felt all the way to her heart. She's not sure if he's changed his mind and decided to fuck her now or not, so she's not prepared for him to move between her legs again like that, nor for his tongue lavishing attention on her sex once more.]

Oh! [A yelp of alarm, but pleased none the less, she drops back down from her elbow onto the bed.] It's--amazing. [She pants out, trying to figure out the right word to describe the sensation his tongue on her brings]

[ If Solas knew what she was thinking, where her thoughts had turned, he might be amused. In his youth, he had been a wild thing, a ferocious creature, something violent and deadly - but filled with so much heart and warmth at the same time. The Dread Wolf might have become known as the devil, might haunt the nightmares of elves to this day, but he was, in heart and body, still just a man.

Both hands wrap around her legs, now, urging her to rock against his mouth as he chases the taste of her with his tongue. It's gentle, at first, to test the levels of her tolerance, how much she can take - he doesn't want her to feel bad, doesn't want this to be a strange, uncomfortable pleasure, but he still wants her to feel so, so good.

He will chase that high until her legs are squeezing around his head and stealing his breath for all he cares - as long as she feels good. ]

[her hands find purchase on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. She has half a thought that she might tear them somehow, but not even that can remain in her head under Solas’s undivided attention like this.

There’s no use for propriety here. This isn’t the act of fucking for the sake of children, nothing more and nothing less. Solas was skilled, and clearly happy to show it, and Helaena was more than happy to be shown.

There’s no use was no pretense here, nothing to be gained by trying to hold back, so Helaena doesn’t. She’s not the Queen, she’s not a Targaryen. She’s just a woman being loved by a man and turned into a delighted, quivering mess because of it. She rocks against his face, gentle and tentative, then a bit more demanding as she gets used to it.]

Solas, more. [She moans softly, untangling one hand to bring it to his head to urge him on.] I can take it, I swear.

[ This is not for the sake of children, not for the sake of passing on his own form to the next generation - that is not something that Solas is concerned about. The only focus that he has at the moment, the only thing that matters to him, is ensuring that Helaena is being given what she deserves, that she's finally able to enjoy the pleasure that has seemingly been denied her for so long.

He also does not care about propriety.

As she rocks against his face, he gives into her, and lets her take her pleasure from him. He adjusts to seek out what she enjoys the most, to ensure that he is giving her exactly what is going to spiral her over that edge the fastest, and he hums softly at her sounds of delight.

He would worship her, gladly, he thinks. ]

[Helaena cries out, which tapers into a low moan. The moan becomes soft, sweet pants and whines as it continues, her next orgasm hitting her a bit faster than the first and more unexpected.

Her thighs squeeze a moment as she rides it out, her cry loud to her ears. It rolls through her, her entire body shivering before she goes limp against the bed, trying to catch her breath. She feels lightheaded, like her entire body is just floating, closing her eyes to enjoy the lingering sensation.] Solas... [She sighs his name, reaching for him]

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